Home is the sailor. . .

A Hopeless Dawn (1888) by Frank Bramley


Requiem

UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

(Thank you Thomas S. Monson)